"That's just what I done, Freddy, my boy."
"Where did you get the meat?"
"At home of the old woman."
"After you put it in the smoke-house, you didn't go back until this morning?"
"No, sir; my little Sunday school lad."
"Who, then, shut and fastened the door, after the lion walked in the smoke-house to eat the meat?"
Bud Heyland's face flushed still redder, and he coughed, swallowed and stuttered——
"Who shut the door? Why—that is—yes—why what's the use of asking such infarnal questions?" demanded Bud in desperation, as the listeners broke into laughter.
Mr. Emery quietly turned to Kincade, who was leaning back on his elevated seat and said: